I Just Trust My Barber Poem by NdifrekeGeorge Udo

Those sharp blades
like the teeth of the ovoviviparous Pisces
Can split open my throat
right before my wobbling eyes
Starring at myself right in front of me
as I struggle between here and there
And my life varpourizes in escaping oxygen.

I gasp and slump like cedar plank
Yet, I still play the vanquish
the dicey game of risk
with my one life at stake
yielding and wielding to his commands

My life in the hands of a murderer
My volition submitted to him
Then, he spares my life
for nothing that I did wrong
and I sheepishly thank him for nothing